I think it's time you brought your face Across the railroad to my place I can't share this whiskey with ya through the phone
And if we drink enough of it You might just get me to admit That I never knew quite how to be alone
We can sit on my back steps And intertwine our fingertips While you talk about the nice things that you once had
If the turntable still starts You can teach me how to waltz And I'll teach ya how to feel really, really bad
Sometimes the wound hurts powerful and deep But sometimes you just got to let that sucker bleed When the sun drags in the day You'll be a thousand miles away In the hour of my deepest need
Well they pile up around you Good and evil things you do And the piles grow up higher with every breath
When you're down between two mountains And you're 28 and counting Past the valley of the shadow… Death
We can watch the silver moon And I'll fall asleep too soon While the porch light draws the horse flies to their fate
Yeah, sometimes your company Is just the thing to comfort me But other times all I can do is just sit and wait
Sometimes the wound hurts powerful and deep But sometimes you just got to let that sucker bleed When the sun drags in the day You'll be a thousand miles away In the hour of my deepest needTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
